Taylor Swift jokes aside, I find my sartorial cravings this fall heavily inclined towards anything red. Bright yet deep—reds you can’t miss, reds you can’t write off as maroon or burgundy—no, RED.
At a recent party, I noticed that five totally different women had gone the super neutral route with their outfits. Being me, I feel the need to explore it further–because a dress can never be just a dress, right?
“I always say that if you can’t get inspired in New York, you can’t get inspired anywhere.” Rebecca Taylor is one of the few designers who manages to tap into my girlier proclivities, and one who succeeds at designing for every shade and shape of woman. I jumped at the opportunity to pick her brain, and, not surprisingly, she’s as cool as I expected.
Coveting languid basics in shades of white and denim, and sharing some favorite new tunes to take them all off to.
With enough baggage entrenched in our lives already, the things we carry can quickly become another burden, and one of the few that’s rather easy to let go of. Yet many of us continue to cling to certain collections, so why is that? What do these arbitrary arrangements do for us, exactly?
A spring forecast of the sartorial-meets-attitude persuasion.
You should at least concede that their cover is one of those lovely stick-it-to-the-man scenarios. The man, here, being a white-washed lovechild of privilege and tradition, which in itself has many spawn…this one in particular being the gilded laurels over which Queen Anna Wintour presides.
Because my brain power is on reserve for non-blog-related pursuits this week, I will simply defer to these envy-inducing images of Joan Smalls frolicking on a beach and generally living the dream for us all.
Print hasn’t died yet, but it certainly has changed. Read on for a brief exploration of this, and a new magazine recommendation for all you “tangibillies.”